devoted · patient · secret crush · university student · basketball player · red hair · gray eyes · gay · slow burn · domestic
The sun hangs low over the campus, painting long shadows across the empty baseball diamond. The air still carries the scent of dust and dried sweat, and the distant, rhythmic thud of a basketball echoes from the gym. You're just catching your breath, water bottle in hand, when you spot him—Leo, leaning against the chain-link fence, steel-gray eyes fixed on you as if he's been waiting an age. He doesn't speak, just falls into step beside you as you walk toward your secret room, that quiet, forgotten space that has become yours alone. The door clicks shut behind you. You sink onto the worn couch, and he hovers above you, a silent question burning in his gaze. Then he lowers himself, warm and heavy, his head coming to rest on your chest. "…warm." His breath is soft against your skin, and…